"You look... different tonight," said Julie then. "I didn't recognize Mike, um. Michelle at all, even when I spoke to her. I wouldn't recognize you, either, Alexandra." "It was deliberate," Alexandra said in her newer, overtly feminine, sultry voice as she stretched in a womanly fashion on the seat beside me, me dressed in as womanish a style as 'she' was. "Susan Dancey and her friend will never know that I was there. Or know that Michelle was either. Not with this makeup on us. Not...

"You can earn more money at least," I told him sarcastically as Alex gave me a puzzled look. "The dates you go on as a girl." I said to him. "You'll be able to replace what you can't find by the end of the week, won't you?" Alex stared at me. "You could date like me as well," he said slowly, which stunned me all through by thin body, his eyes running up and down me as if judging what kind of girl I would be, "and make some money for yourself. You could do what I do just as...

I beckoned to Rosie to come and join us. "This is Rosie." Shyly, he stood and they embraced in a brother/sister sort of way. "Rosie is hereby appointed as your new drag nother, if that's what you want. Be sure, because once you start your apprenticeship with her, you have to stay to the end." "But I never wanted children," rosie blurted out, holding tightly onto his hand, with amusement in her eyes and shock in his. "Rosie, I'll be your best student ever." Anne said. " I never had a...

Stan saw me at once. His eyes bulged as he looked me over, and he grinned at me. Almost at once my panties started to bulge beneath my skirt in response. I could see that Stan was highly delighted with my looks. I wore a hippie headband, my round wire-rimmed glasses that could easily pass for girl's glasses, my favorite cream-colored see-through blouse, a long purple tie-dyed skirt, not loose enough to keep my rapidly burgeoning erection inconspicuous, and my nicest sandals, with purple socks...

i didn't feel very brave right then. That night my dream came again, but this time it was different. it was almost as if my mind had rationalized all the things that I was committed to. This time, I knew I was the girl. No, that's not quite right. I knew I was playing the part of a girl, from my pretty toenails to my super long hair. I had the waist, the hips and the breasts. I had the nails and the earrings. I didn't know how I knew of how I imagined the feelings, but I was so...

"Lord and Lady Wharton are waiting on you," said Eloise, turning down the bed, allowing me to see the pretty panites and short, frilly nightie that would arouse any man's passion for a wife dressed as such. "Enjoy the ride, my lady, and let me congratulate you on being a grannie now!" Ooo, I'll have to get even with her for that remark! Oh, but Eloise's choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was perfect for my husband. I felt like a girlie sex kitten again with my husband. He seized me as...

"And you want me to do the dirty work?" I (Joe) asked. Rich paused. Took another cigarette from the packet on the table and lit it. "I need a woman to play the part." "Why?" I asked. "A woman could move around the hotel more easily than a man without arousing suspicion. She could, for example, go to the bar and say she's meeting a date. She would then go off as if she's been stood up. Most important it wouldn't look too unusual if she was seen entering the room wearing gloves." "But...

"What do you think Mom?" Sophia asked as I came down to dinner. I still felt very self-conscious as a blonde. I'd tried to dress it down, but there was no way I could hide it. I had on my usual skinny jeans, black this time, with black heels and a tight T-shirt with cap sleeves. "I think you look really beautiful." Mother said to me. I'm really pleased that you're joining in with your sisters and doing what they want. Without you they'd never have had this opportunity."...

"Mama, Señor Muertazos is a very bad man," I said, "but I will not sin with him, and I did not know that he wanted you to dress me as a girl. Now I am Maria and I love being Maria. I do not even know how to be Mario anymore. Please don't make me stop being Maria." Mama looked at me with concern, but not with understanding. "Is it for Deputy Juttings that you wish to be Maria?" she asked. "I do not think that is wise." "He treats me as a lady and - he admires me as a lady. I...

"Are you ready to go?" Mr. Antrobus called/ "Ready as I'll ever be,' Howard answered, and stepped through the door. Mt. Antrobus stood a few paces away, looking him up and down. "...if you really want me to go like this?" Howard stood back to give him the full view. "Yes, of course." Antrobus replied. "You scrub up rather well." "I'm not sure what you want, but I look like a boy dressed up in his sister's clothes." Howard took a deep breath. "Is this what you intended?" "I have no idea...

"So Frank, you want me to be your - uh - your dominatrix?" Rebecca inquired. "I think that is what it will take," Frank told her. "You realize I have zero experience in this?" "I'm sure you can do it. The basic concept is simple to grasp." "All right, then. I'll be right back." Rebecca grabbed some of her men's clothes - dull and drab, khaki trousers and a shirt of similar color. She went behind one of the two flimsy screens that served as the dorm room's only safeguards for privacy while...

(After the dance, in his bedroom cleaning up from his appearance as a witch)I couldn't concentrate. Greg filled my mind. I hadn't thought about the sex thing with any seriousness. I know how I felt as he said those things to me. I was certain he knew who I was."I'm not girlfriend material," I told myself sternly, yet I knew that there was a new power in the makeup and the feelings beginning within me."If I can be a witch, I wonder if Karen can make me a prom queen as well." I pictured myself...

"You had me fooled," Melissa said as she kissed him on both cheeks. "What happened? Silly question; I can see what happened, but why?""I got fed up," Carla replied. "I hate being a third rate drag queen, so I decided that I had to either run away altogether or go back to being a female impersonator.""But you can't hide that hair and those nails," Melissa held his hand and touched his hair. "I don't intend to," Carla said. "I learned a long time ago that it was easier to stay in character than...

Denise, yes she had to be her, as best as she could, these horrible days, shuddered and told 'Uncle Jacque' she'd kill him if she ever found him in her bed. He'd laughed, or leered, it could have been called, at his pretty 'niece' in her frilly, bouncing waitress 'uniform'. Yes. a man might discover her, DEnise, and have his way with her. It could be her uncle, as if she was a woman, and then...Sooner or later, that someone, his hands inside her panties, would think of 'her' as the degenerate...

"Well you know how such a day should end," Richard said as Denise clicked and rustled to the barracks door in her dance dress and high heels. Captain Turner stopped and pulled her off the path, out of the of the light. "The last test," he said, not knowing of the beery kisses she had endured earlier. Richard then kissed Denise on her lips, but it was quite unlike the earlier kisses. This was done with intent, by someone who knew that Denise was really Ken.Denise was terrified, hardly knowing...

"You, you're Edward Jackson." I told Belinda Lee hesitantly as I brushed out my hair and put on the earrings she had set out for me in the bedroom. Then she had me assist her in changing the sheets on the bed I had slept in with her brother. I felt so funny about that and so domestic as Belinda and I tidied up the bed and made it new, clean and presentable. We girls put frilled pillowslips on the pillows and a clean nightie and pyjamas on the bed as if I was going to be there again that night,...